"Goodbye everyone!" Rory croaked as she exited her friend's car and headed up to her apartment. The car screeched off and the sound of screaming young adults rang through her ears until she got to her floor. Her chest ached and her breath was quick and rapid, just walking up the stairs took the wind out of her these days. It made her feel weak.

Rory unlocked her door and closed it swiftly behind her, stripping her person until she was in her bedroom in a pair of boxers and tank top. She landed on her back, her arms spread out across the blanket as she attempted to catch her breath. Everything about her current state made her grow with hatred. She hurt, she didn't eat, and she coughed up blood regularly. Why she even went out with her friends was beyond understanding.

She blamed it on the cancer. Rory coughed when attempting to breath in, bringing up some droplets of blood from her body. She could feel every single drop on and around her lips... And every single ache and pain that resulted from that cough. When she was born her parents believed she was meant for something greater... Sometimes Rory was glad they passed away, they wouldn't have to see how wrong they were about her.

Suddenly the sound of flapping wings echoed in the small room, and when Rory turned her head to see what was going on, she was shocked. Her eyes were met with blue, a man standing beside her bed in a trench coat who obviously did not know his tie was on incorrectly. She wasn't afraid though, she didn't give one damn about what he could do.

"You are Rory James," it was not a question.

"Yes." She answered. "Who are you?"

He hesitated, looking over her and noticing the blood on her lips. "My name is Castiel, I'm here to protect you." Castiel leaned over, and put his hand to her forehead with two fingers. She closed her eyes, and in a split second she felt... Alive.

Everything about her felt incredible. She could breath with ease, her body did not ache with a slight tremor, and she was hungry for the first time in a long time. Now, she was slightly frightened. "Who the hell are you, and what the fuck did you just do to me?" She sat up, glaring at Castiel. He looked confused, tilting his head to the side as her anger grew more and more.

"I don't... understand. You're angry that I healed you?"

"Jesus Christ, I was going to die soon and now look at me. I've probably got another thirty years to go through."

"No, the plan was for you to die of old age... Possibly in your eighties."

"Excuse me?!"

Castiel looked out her window, down at the street below, and then around the room. "It's not safe here. I must take you somewhere safe."

"Hell no, I am not going anywhere with you, blue eyes white dragon."

Another surprise, her door was busted in by two men in clean black suits. One was bald, the other had short blond hair, and they looked menacing. Now Rory was afraid, but still very angry.

"Oh what is this?! You bring your buddies in when I won't go- hey watch it!" The bald one pulled out a knife and swiped at her, but Rory managed to trip over her bed and fall out of the way. When she peeked over the edge of the bed, her eyes widened as she saw Castiel fight off the two men. He barely batted an eye as they went at him with everything they had. Rory was impressed he could hold his own.

Then, he killed them.

Rory didn't see how he did it, it all happened so fast that all she knew was that Castiel was alive. He stood up straight, fixing his trench coat, then looked over to her and held out his hand.

"Trust me. I will keep you safe."